Here in Montana winter takes on many different appearances. From picturesque snow covered mountains to stepping out your back door into several inches of snow waiting to be swept off cars and shoveled off porches and driveways. There is beauty in winter, and there is a fair share of sheer endurance as well. For those of us who are native Montanans, we take the months of longer days filled with more inversion-driven cloud cover than sunny skies in stride.
Yesterday was a day when Old Man Winter played the part of trickster on us. We have been experiencing a few days of milder weather, and by noon, the sun made a rare appearance. At 2:00 recess, the temperature read a balmy 52 degrees. Children began shedding their heavy winter coats in celebration of this welcome warmth.
It was short lived. When I opened my weather app to check the forecast, the report was dismal. By 3:30 it would be snowing and the temperature was expected to drop significantly. Sure enough, children were bundled up tight as we dismissed at day’s end, and by bedtime, it was snowing and blowing like a December blizzard.
This is the not so picturesque scene of a Montana winter. We do however, have glimpses of winter beauty that makes appearances during the long winter months. One such day in late January I captured it on my phone as I was driving to school on a quiet Saturday morning. I live in a neighborhood where the avenues are lined with maple trees, and after a fresh snowfall with just the right amount of moisture, it is a sight to behold.
Today, on a morning of bitter cold after a blizzard-y evening, I pulled out my picture and wrote a cinquain. It was a nice chance to remember the beauty in a Montana winter right before I have to open my back door to start shoveling.